Pride has locked me in a cage, where I sit;
indulging my selfish desires willingly
and becoming bloated by them.
My eyes won’t gaze beyond these confines;
while everything they see
appears as a reflection only of me.
Free me from this squalor that I’ve loved;
don’t let me be the dog
that returns to his vomit.
But let me be the little dog;
who gathers crumbs beneath Your table
and feeds upon Your flesh.
Train my eyes to see only you, O Lord.
My ears to hear only your voice, O Master.
This pride has left me in the cold;
a heart where dwells my vanity
in sweet and sickly emptiness.
Please don’t leave me here throughout this night;
but let me sleep upon Your bed
and feel the warmth that is Your love.
Call me from this dog’s house;
into the Master’s chamber
and let me gaze into Your eyes.
Place me on your leash and lead me;
tether me to Your mercy
and don’t let me stray.
I will wait at the door until You return;
Come to me and let me be
at your side forever.